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Little gree ugs
Okay, I was really trying to sleep, I swear - I am tired and slightly fried from kayaking and teaching an adorable girl to do underwater somersaults. So I tried to go to sleep.
A sudden bright light, like one of those keychain flashlights, woke me from a doze. It was a little green flying insect, and apparently my childhood memories of that X-Files episode are still alive and powerful because I genuinely freaked out: adrenaline pumping, fully conscious, and scared. I tried to ignore the damn thing, but then it did another flyby, and I had to kill it for the sake of my sanity. And now I can't get back to sleep.
Fuck. Apparently I have a phobia.
(Also, my keyboard acting weirdly dysfunctional, so I have to cut & paste n, b, space, /, left, down, and right arrows. Space is worst, because I use it not just for words but for music, video, and paging down. Fuck.)
A sudden bright light, like one of those keychain flashlights, woke me from a doze. It was a little green flying insect, and apparently my childhood memories of that X-Files episode are still alive and powerful because I genuinely freaked out: adrenaline pumping, fully conscious, and scared. I tried to ignore the damn thing, but then it did another flyby, and I had to kill it for the sake of my sanity. And now I can't get back to sleep.
Fuck. Apparently I have a phobia.
(Also, my keyboard acting weirdly dysfunctional, so I have to cut & paste n, b, space, /, left, down, and right arrows. Space is worst, because I use it not just for words but for music, video, and paging down. Fuck.)